She looked at the cock bobbing up and down in front of her face and she thought to herself, "I haven't done anything like this since college, but then that’s why I'm here isn't it?  Because of college?  She thought back to her days at Davenport State College, days that were fun, days that were a whole lot simpler than now.  She had been a good student, but she had also been a fun loving, good time party girl without a care in the world and a long happy life stretching out in front of her.  And then had come graduation, a job, and having to experience the real world.  Several years of struggling to make a name for herself as an interior decorator, trying to find the right man, and then succeeding at both.  Now, in addition to owning her own business, she also had a loving husband and two beautiful kids and, unfortunately, a cock bobbing up and down in front of her face.

She had been in her showroom when he came in.  He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place him and then he said:

 "Hello Sylvia" and the rich baritone was immediately recognizable. 

"Brad" she cried as she ran to him and threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug, "Is it really you?"

 "In the flesh, Syl, in the flesh." 

She had walked him back to her office, gave him a cup of coffee, and then they started throwing questions at each other, "Have you seen…" and "Whatever happened to…" and "Did you hear about…".  She and Brad had gone steady during her freshman year and then he had suddenly dropped out and disappeared and she had not seen him since.  The years had not been kind to him; his hair had gone grayish, his lean trim body had fleshed out in all the wrong places, but they'd had some good times together and she had thought of him from time to time. 

"What brings you into my cave?" she had asked.

 "Nothing special," he said, "Except for you, of course.  You were always special as far as I was concerned.  I've always known where to find you; I got your address from the alumni association, but I've never been back to town before this." 

She had smiled and said, "Well, in honor of the occasion I'll close up and let you buy me lunch."

At the restaurant, after they had ordered, she had asked, "I've always been curious.  You just dropped out of sight and I never heard from you.  What happened?"

 He had given her a rueful grin, "My parents decided that all I was doing was partying so they cut off the money.  I had to go to work for my uncle, real life started getting in the way, and things just deteriorated from there.  But I never forgot you, in fact, I still have every picture of you that I ever took." 

She had frowned, "I don't remember you taking any pictures of me."

He had smiled, "Oh, but I did.  In fact, I have them in my briefcase out in the car.  I'll show them to you after lunch." 

Over lunch they had filled each other in on their lives; she'd told him about her husband Howard and her two kids and he told her that he'd never married, was in software sales, and was in town to close a big sale.

 "In fact" he said, "You can help me close the deal." 

Curious, she asked him what he meant by that.

 "After lunch" he'd said, "I want it to be a surprise."

 In the car after leaving the restaurant she had asked,

 “Where's my surprise?"

 Brad had reached into the backseat for his briefcase, opened it and had taken out a large manila envelope which he had handed to her with a flourish.  She had opened the envelope and had taken out the contents and when she looked at what she had in her hands, her blood ran cold.  In her hand she held sixteen pictures of herself in all her naked glory - and she wasn't alone.  Every picture had her with at least two guys, six of them had her with three and three of them had her with four.  She had looked at Brad with a stunned expression on her face and had asked:

 "When did you take these?  And where?" 

Brad had smiled, "I thought you would like them.  The when and where was the night we went to the frat party at the Phi Delta house.  You got high on beer and pot and I found you in an upstairs bedroom with four frat rats.  You seemed to be enjoying yourself so I went and got my camera.  By the time I got back the word had spread and there were so many guys in the room that I almost couldn't get back in.  I never got a chance to show them to you because I dropped out before I got them developed.  When I found out I was coming here on business I decided to bring them."

 She had given him an angry look, "And what are they supposed to do?  Make me hot to jump in the back seat with you?"

 Brad had laughed, "I probably would enjoy the hell out of that, but no, that’s not what I had in mind.  I have something a little more evil than that in mind.  What you are going to do for me is repeat what you are doing in those pictures with my clients.  With your help I'll have a guaranteed sale." 

She had sputtered, "You are out of your fucking mind if you think I'll do that!"

 Brad had just looked at her,  "Sylvia baby, be reasonable.  Think about what would happen to your reputation if the wrong people saw these photos.  What would your parents think, your husband, your kids?  What would happen to your business?  Look at the pictures - you are loving it in every one of them.  Look at the expressions on your face.  Hell babe, I'm giving you the chance to relive one of the most sexually exciting times you ever had."

She had looked at him with disgust on her face, "Why are you doing this to me?  What did I ever do to you that you could bring yourself to do this to me?"

 "Nothing Syl, but I need to close this deal and you are my best shot at getting it done." 

She had thought about what might happen if Brad actually let the pictures get out.  She was sure her husband wouldn't like it, but she had told him about everything about her wild days in college before they had gotten married.  Her children were too young for it to mean anything to them, and she and her parents had been estranged for years - she could care less about what they thought.  The only thing that could be hurt would be her reputation in the community which, would in turn, hurt her business, but maybe not by much.  She had decided to take a chance.

 "Sorry Brad.  I'm a happily married woman, not a whore.  You will have to find someone else to help you out." 

Brad had looked at her for a moment and then he'd said, "Bad move Syl."  He had reached into the back seat and picked up a portable fax machine and as he hooked it up he said, "I'll let you pick the one I'm going to send to the Chamber of Commerce.  I get to pick the one that goes to the pastor of your church and I'll send one of you in a foursome to the day care center where you send your kids.  The rest will go to your husband's boss." 

She had watched as he punched in the number of her day care center, put a photo on the tray and pressed the send button.  She had reached out and grabbed the photo before it could feed through the machine; "You win," she'd said.

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As she approached the door of room 1232 she considered the contrast between her last group sexual encounter and this one.  For this one she was wearing a black cocktail dress, heels, hose and garterbelt.  Her hair was carefully done and her makeup was flawless.  She was going to be with mature businessmen, in a comfortable suite in the best hotel in the city.  She had attended the last one in tennis shoes, Levi's and a sweatshirt.  Her hair had been in a ponytail and she'd worn no makeup.  The males had been a bunch of drunken college frat boys and they had fucked on a mattress on the floor in a corner of the game room.  She smiled to herself and wryly thought, "My, my, Sylvia, look at how far you have come."  Just before she knocked on the door she felt a tingle and she suddenly realized that she was looking forward to this.  She knocked on the door and when it was opened she was greeted by Brad who gave a low wolf whistle.

 "You look great Syl.  They are going to love you." 

She saw that there were five men in the room, counting Brad, and she was pleased to see that they were all well dressed, well groomed, and in reasonably good shape - at least she wouldn't have to do any lardos.  This might not be too bad after all.

The evening started off on a good note; Brad made her a drink and introduced her to the men present.  They made small talk for a bit and then the men sat down to play poker.  Brad asked her to see to it that their glasses were kept full and so for the first hour she served as hostess.  One of the men threw in his hand and said he was going to sit out for a while and see if his luck would change and he walked over to join her on the couch.

 "What do you do with yourself when you're not playing hostess?" he asked her.

 She told him about owning her own interior decorating business and he asked her if she did commercial, industrial or residential and when she told him that she did all three he took a business acrd out of his pocket and handed it to her. 

"Call me tomorrow" he said, "I'm just finishing a new building and I'm going to need the offices done.  My wife wants to redo parts of the house so maybe you can do both."  Then he said, "I don't mean to pry, but what is a woman like you doing here at this affair?"

 She saw the look that came over Brad's face and she knew that if she told the truth it would kill his deal and none of these men would ever do business with him again.  She was tempted, God knows she was, but she said, "I'm repaying a very old debt."

 After a few more minutes of small talk he asked her if she would care to go into the bedroom with him.  He slowly undressed her, leaving her in her heels and hose and then he stepped back and admired her.  She stepped forward and undressed him and led him to the bed.  Her previous orgies had all been when she was in college and they had been fuck fests, pure and simple, so she had expected more of the same.  But he surprised her; he was a considerate and accomplished lover and he took the time to see that she enjoyed herself before he let himself go in her.  She knew that if she saw him again to talk about interior decorating they would end up in bed again.  Did she really want that?  She was being blackmailed into doing this party and that was one thing, but did she really want to start having sex outside of her marriage?  She was surprised that she was even asking herself the question.  And even more surprised that she didn't dismiss it out of hand.

For the next hour she never left the bedroom as the men left the poker game and visited her one after the other.  There was a major difference between her college gangbangs and this one; in college there had been urgency about things, a sexual frenzy to get as much as you could in the time available.  There, guys actually stood in line waiting for their turn, but here in this motel room it was like doing things in slow motion.  One guy would leave the game and they would engage in a leisurely love making session and the he would leave and go back to the game.  Five or ten minutes later another man would come in and join her for more of the same.  Sylvia was surprised to find that she felt disappointed and at that moment she decided to do something about it.  She got up and put on fresh lipstick and then went into the other room.

 Walking over to the poker game she went to her knees and crawled under the table and unzipped the first man she came to.  Taking his cock out of his pants she began to suck it while at the same time reaching for the fly of the next man.  She then proceeded to work her way around the table sucking one cock after another and stroking the cocks of the men on either side of the one she was sucking.  It took about ten minutes, but then the men threw the cards down on the table, hauled her out from under the table and carried her into the bedroom.  For the next two hours she felt like she had in college; like an absolute slut - a cock hungry, cum loving slut.  She took them in her mouth, her cunt and even in her ass and she loved it and so did they.  More importantly to her, she knew that if she got a chance to do it again, she would.

She was on the bed doing a four way (one in her mouth, one in her ass and one in her cunt) when she heard a familiar voice say:

 "Sorry I'm late, but I had to take my wife home after the symphony and then of course, she wanted to fuck.  I almost didn't come, but from the looks of the sweet backside, I'm glad I did."

 She recognized the voice - it was Vern Robbins, her husband's boss.  Just then the man in her mouth grabbed the back of her head, drove into her and shot his sperm against the back of her throat.  Fortunately he had already cum in her other two holes so she was able to swallow his load without any leaking out the sides of her mouth.  The man held himself in her mouth until he stopped spurting and then he pulled away.  The man to take his place was Vern.  She kept her head down in the hope that he just stick his cock in her mouth and not see her face.  With any luck at all he would soon move behind her and take his turn at her pussy or her ass and then be gone without ever getting a look at her.  It was not to be.  Vern put a hand under her chin and saying:

 "The body is superb; does the face match?" and he tilted her head back.  She saw the surprise in his eyes and then the smile as he said, "My my, truly lovely indeed" and then he moved his cock toward her mouth.  As Sylvia sucked his cock Vern said:

"You know Brad, I almost brought my branch manager with me tonight, but his wife had an important client that she was working with and he had to stay home and watch the kids.  He would have loved seeing this gorgeous creature.  I don't know if I should tell him what he missed or not."

 Sylvia knew only too well what Vern was saying.  She was going to seeing a lot of Vern from now on if she didn't want her hubby to find out about this party.

Everyone was gone except for Vern and Brad.  She was astride Vern, his cock impaling her as she moved up and down on it.  Brad was in the bathroom and they were alone when Vern said:

 "I'm looking forward to fucking you when your pussy is nice and tight.  Sloppy seconds or twenty-fifths or whatever with you is good, but I'd prefer not to share you all that much.  Your husband, me, and maybe a few of my better customers, what do you say to that?"

 Sylvia grunted as he drove hard up into her and said, "Whatever you want honey, just shut up and fuck me." 

Brad came back and stood next to the bed, hard cock jutting out in front of him.  She leaned forward to take it in her mouth, "Just like in college" she thought, "Just like in college!"